Water is getting into my arch diming out lights – until dark thought my construction was tight thought what I built up might stand the flood stand the flood phrases bearing a questionmark are trying to board my barque again I start thinking what could have been what might have been if I made up my mind in a different way what could have been if I made you stay again I start thinking what do they mean what do they mean all these words like "but" and "if" haunting my brain what does it mean when all the doubts come up again remembering me: what should have been what could have been what if I've followed my vision what if I've sat on the fence if I took a different decision if I felt a change of sense too many things I can't change too many setups I can't rearrange too many unknown lamentos I'm singing of key should I've thought of myself or of the pain inside climbing up the ladder I was put out of the stride should I've tried harder banish my doubts! What do they mean these words like "faith" and "love" bereft of their meaning when push comes to shove what might have been if I made up my mind in a different way what might have been if I made you stay what might have been